I can’t tell you how heavy this past week has been for me, and I know for many of you too, for multiple reasons. Sometimes life doesn’t ask our permission before it strips away everything from us—the people, the plans, the dreams we held close.

Letting go of what you thought the future would look like isn’t just difficult; it’s heartbreaking. A future without your loved one, it’s grieving a life you never got to live, mourning possibilities that will never come to pass.

When it rains, it pours, like when you come up for air, something else pushes you back down under. You start to wonder if this is just how life is now. If peace was just a temporary visitor and sorrow and chaos have moved in permanently.  I know I’ve felt that drowning sensation this week. The kind where you’re fighting to stay afloat, but the waves keep coming faster than you can recover.  It’s awful. 

In these moments, we often isolate ourselves. We put on brave faces during the day and crumble in private. We scroll through social media seeing everyone else’s highlight reels while we’re barely surviving our behind-the-scenes reality.  

So how do we handle all of this sorrow and the weight of our brokenness? 

I have learned that the remedy for any and all heartbreak is spending time with God. With my son home from college for a few days, I was able to attend church this past Sunday with my kids, something I’m not always able to do. 

I must say it was the best I had felt in a long time. Not because my problems disappeared or my circumstances changed, but because I received an internal peace being surrounded by my children and the grace of God. It was a needed reprieve from the weight of the world.

Through the message, I was reminded of what I’d forgotten in the chaos of everyday life: joy isn’t dependent on our circumstances. Peace isn’t the absence of storms, it’s the presence of God in the midst of them.   

Sitting there with my children, watching their faces during worship, I realized that when everything else feels uncertain, faith and family are everything. They are the constants that anchor us when life tries to sweep us away. My kids don’t need me to have all the answers or to never struggle, they need me to show them where to turn when the storms come. And in that moment, surrounded by their love and God’s presence, perspective revealed what truly matters: not the perfect life we planned, but the sacred bonds that sustain us through whatever comes. 

Friends, one thing is for certain in this uncertain world.  God is there when everything falls apart. Not as a distant observer, but as a present help in our trouble. 

You cling to the truth when your heart is breaking, not because it’s easy, but because it’s the only thing that doesn’t shift when everything else does.  Stand on His promises.  They will sustain you through whatever storms may come, one day at a time.